Chapter 4
Even Joe, the aging custodian at the library, noticed a change in Miss Harble when she came in for work the following day.
Joe grinned at her, a twinkle in his eye-as if as much to say he knew what she'd been up to. But the last smile, she knew, was on her side of the matter. No matter what the silly old man might think were logical reasons for the warm glow in her cheeks, he couldn't possibly know that she had spent most of yesterday afternoon fucking and being fucked by her nephew!
That was her delicious little secret!
With a fresh rose pinned to her ample, gently swollen bosom, she spent the morning in the library working in the stacks. She hummed as she worked, and at regular intervals a cunning little grin would pull at the corners of her mouth. She could hardly contain her happiness at the new world that had been opened up for her and Willy. She knew she had been right in her stratagem of making him come home from school yesterday-despite his perverse reluctance-and what he had said to her at the end of their sexual marathon only proved it.
"Jesus, Aunt Mary," he had husked at her, his youthful body near exhaustion from the lewd ravishment of her willing body, "I didn't know screwing an older woman could be so damn good!"
She had loved him for saying that, and for adding as his lips hovered like a little hungry bee over the distended nub of one of her wet nipples, "And eating your pussy really turned me on. I wanta do that some more-a lot more."
Now, standing in the quiet library stacks, she felt a raw throb of need spreading through her loins. She wished that Willy were there right then, with his head under her dress and his tongue funneling warmly up into the sucking hole of her cunt. She knew that only a few minutes of such lubricous eating of her hole would make her cum with maddening pleasure.
But for now she would have to wait-wait ' for the slow clock to tick the hours away until she was off from work and Willy was home from school.
The day did indeed prove to be slow, the morning dragging sluggishly into the afternoon when she was assigned to the main checkout desk. It was a job she had done for years in the afternoons, but today a new element was added. And that was her sudden compulsive awareness of all the teenaged boys in the library, especially the ones who came up to ask her a question or to check out books.
She had always noticed such boys, she reasoned, but never with the experience behind her that she had enjoyed with Willy.
After all, the whole world was filled with pubescent males just like Willy-all with firm young bodies, all with the same vigorous ability to satisfy mature and horny females like herself, and all with their minds constantly bordering on the erotic.
There were one or two boys in the library that she picked out as particularly exciting objects of her secretive, harmless sexual fantasies.
One was a tall boy with curling blonde hair just like Willy's. She found her eyes wandering constantly up from the card file on her desk to casually follow every movement of the boy. She decided that he couldn't have been a day over sixteen, a handsome and well-groomed young man in striped slacks and those thick-heeled shoes that young males seemed to affect these days.
She took every chance she had to check his crotch, shamelessly hoping to see something there-a bulge, the shape of his penis, the smallest indication that he might have sex on his mind.
But he seemed more like an angel than a satyr.
Between keeping a greedy eye on the cute young thing and checking out books, she let her mind leap like a scarlet fountain into the world of her imagination. She saw herself nude once again, lying with her legs apart and her nipples hard while the strange blonde boy knelt between her thighs and licked slowly but devotedly on the sleek, pouting lips of her cunt. And then she imagined herself being fucked by him while Willy stood close by, ready to take over when he was through.
She had never been so stimulated by just thinking of sex, but the debauched possibility of being serviced by two hotly aroused teen-aged boys was making her clitoris swell and throb!
She was sorry to see the blonde lad finally leave the library. He had not once looked her way, and he had not bothered to check out a single book. He had seemed bored, and she was sorry that she didn't have the extrasensory powers that some people claimed to have-the ability to communicate one's thoughts and needs into the mind of another.
She wondered what that blonde little sex-machine would have done if he could have known a thirty-five-year old woman was lusting after a good fuck with him!
But the second object of her sluttish thoughts proved to be a bit more co-operative.
She was checking out a book for a plain little girl in horn-rims when she happened to notice a muscular, seventeen-year-old boy sitting at one of the reading tables about twenty feet away. The b'w was staring at the legs of the girl at the same time he was pretending to read a book. And he was also slyly rubbing his prick under the table!
Miss Harble felt a sharp excitement in her breast, but she continued to go about her business without letting either the girl or the boy know that she was a witness to this adolescent game. The girl herself didn't seem to be aware that she was the object of a teenaged voyeur-dumb little tramp that she was!-and Miss Harble was thus able to enjoy the boy's horny condition without sharing it with another female.
When the girl had left, she kept glancing periodically at the boy until he finally looked her way. And then she smiled at him. Just one of those quick, friendly grins.
She saw the boy hesitate, then grin back with one of those uncertain, jerky little expressions any young male might deliver when he is caught being naughty.
And this one was being very naughty. The deliberate rubbing of his crotch while thinking of the stupid girl had made him get one of those enormous, stubborn hard-ons that are both the curse and the blessing of boys his age. And she could see it very plainly, pushing up against the cloth covering his leg. A large, long, healthy cock that easily could fuck its way through a troop of Girl Scouts any day or night of the week!
Just the sight of that sheathed, brawny young prick made her vaginal lips swell against the tight nylon front of her panties.
The boy looked at her again, smiled again.
She smiled once more at him, then let her eyes drop back to her work. Her hands were trembling and her mind was going in fifty directions' at once.
He knew she knew he had a hard-on-and that his slack grin was all but saying, Hey, lady, you want me to fuck you with this big rod?
He remained at the reading table for a very long time, but she didn't have the nerve to look at him again.
She wasn't ready for this, despite the fact that her cunt was hot and moist. She couldn't allow herself to flirt with boys every time a cute one came into the library! No matter how much fun it might be!
She was even less prepared to deal with the situation when the same boy suddenly appeared in front of her with a book in his hand. The book was Love Story.
"I hear this is a pretty good book," he said, and she was almost stunned to hear how deep and husky his voice sounded.
She managed one or two polite looks at him-and was rewarded once more with a knowing grin. But she didn't speak. She merely quickly filled out his card, trying not even to note that his name was Pete Foster.
She had already noted, however, that he was a combination of that muscular and youthfully lean look most seventeen-year-old boys have. His eyes were a dark, bedroom brown, to match the thick, longish hair coming nearly to his shoulders. His grin was both sexy and bewitching.
"Say," the boy breathed, low enough so that nobody else could possibly have heard, "that's a pretty rose you have on."
She glanced at him to thank him, and saw his eyes were looking less at the rose than at the fullness of her breasts and the pronounced humps of her nipples.
"Thank you," she managed, irritated with herself for feeling so flustered-yet vaguely pleased with his effrontery.
"See ya tomorrow," he said, giving her one final grin and turning from the desk just slowly enough to allow her to steal one final quick glimpse of his crotch in profile. Again she was rewarded by the promising bulge down there-only half-hard now, but as shamelessly in evidence as the prick of a street Arab!
After that experience, she didn't allow herself to cruise the library crowd anymore. She was already unnerved enough to need an aspirin-and besides, there was always Willy waiting at home to take the edge off her frustration.
But she couldn't forget what Pete Foster had said and the tone of his young voice: see ya tomorrow.
It was almost as exciting as a proposition!
When the end of the day did come, she went straight home. She wanted to be there before Willy so that she could bathe and perfume herself-so that she could be ready for him to please her for an hour or so before dinner.
But she wasn't the first one home. In fact, Willy met her at the door-wearing only a T-shirt, cutoffs, and a sly grin.
"I've got a surprise for you," he said.
She half-expected to see his girlfriend pop out of the living room, but the surprise was far more inventive-and pleasing to her-than that.
She learned about the surprise when he led her down the hall to his bedroom, and pointed proudly to a projector and screen carefully set up and arranged so that they could see the screen best from the bed.
"What on earth--? " she whispered.
"A fuck movie, Aunt Mary. You seemed to groove on that sex magazine so much the other day, I thought you might go wild over this."
She stared dumbly at her nephew, but before she could utter another word, he was rattling on like a professional.
"I borrowed it from one of the guys. Don't worry, this friend of mine owns it-and he keeps it out in the country in a kind of clubhouse some of the guys rent. It's two-hundred feet of super-eight stuff, made in Denmark or some damn place. I haven't seen this one myself, but if it's like the others I've seen-"
"Willy," she gasped, finally, "did you tell your friends about--? "
"Aw, hell no, Aunt Mary. You think I'm dumb? I just told Jack I wanted to run it for a cousin of mine who was visiting. I thought it would be a real wild trip to sort of play around while we watch it. Know what I mean?"
It took her a few seconds to absorb the shock, but once she realized how clever and imaginative it had been of Willy to even think of such a thing, she warmed to the idea.
"I've never in my life seen one of those-ah...."
"Fuck flics?" Willy grinned.
She smiled hesitantly back at him, feeling at last the boldness growing in her that would certainly lead once again to sex.
"What's the name of this movie, Willy?"
His grin held. "Take off your clothes, and I'll not only tell you but show you."
He got the film ready as she quickly removed every garment she was wearing. When she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra she could already feel the hardening nipples of her tits pushing like duckbills against the centers of the cups. The bra sprang forward upon release, and her rosily coned breasts perked upward.
She thought once or twice of the boy in the library-that muscular Pete Foster-and wondered what he was doing right now, wondered if perhaps he wasn't locked at this minute in his own bedroom, playing with that beautiful big prick of his while thinking lustful thoughts about her!
When she was naked, she settled on Willy's bed and watched him thread the film. It didn't take him long, and the second he flicked the switch he began to tear out of his skimpy T-shirt and cutoffs. When he caught her watching him get nude, he smiled and jerked a thumb toward the movie screen.
"Hey, watch the action up there. This one is called DIRTY DEN MOTHER!"
She tore her eyes away his bulging shorts and glanced at the screen. The first thing she saw sent icy thrills of pleasure up her bare spine. A completely naked female, about her own age, was lying on a sofa eating bonbons. For a few seconds the camera circled her, coming in for close-ups of her tits and pussy, showing even the hairs quite clearly that grew on the puffed ridges of her vagina. Her tits were big things, the nipples large and dark and probably touched up a bit with rouge to show up better on the color film.
Suddenly, a door opened behind her and three teenaged boys entered-all wearing Boy Scout uniforms. All of the boys were very handsome, and one of them couldn't have been a day over fourteen!
"Watch this," Willy whispered, settled now on the bed beside her and one of his hands moving between her easily parting thighs. "Jack told me all three of these lucky dudes get to screw her goddam cunt."
She gasped softly as Willy's hand covered her own pussy and rubbed its furry surface, forcing one finger slowly between the meaty folds like a firm little cock.-
She continued to watch the movie while Willy gently fingered her, twiddling the moist hotness of her heating slit like an expert.
The boys in the movie were wasting no time, either. One of them was already sucking on the big tits of the woman on the sofa-while the other two were thrashing out of their uniforms. The older of the two scouts got undressed first, and Miss Harble moaned softly when she saw the size of his devilish young prick. It was huge-seemingly much too large for his lean, hairless body. He looked like a sixteen-year-old boy with the penis of a grown man!
"Christ, what a pecker he's got," Willy breathed, admiringly. "I'd sure like to ball you with something like that!"
She didn't bother to tell Willy that she was quite satisfied with the six-inch tool he had himself. She knew he was in no doubt of how well he could make her lusty pussy foam!
The Boy Scout in question stroked his manly rod a few times and it stood out from his body as hard as stone. Then he went quickly to the waiting female on the sofa and mounted her, ramming his glorious hard-on deep into her succulent cunt with one shove.
The camera followed the action in great detail, nosing in behind the bare buttocks of the young champion stud to show that he really had his prick into that hairy mouth to the balls. Then the camera lingered a few delicious seconds while the boy began to fuck her, showing the way the large penis oiled in and out of her clinging hole, glistening wetly already with her aroused juices.
Then the camera showed the fourteen-year-old scout. He was naked, too, and although his cock was somewhat small in comparison to his friend, he had excitingly large balls-and his prick was violently stiff.
While one scout fucked her and another sucked hungrily on her swelling tits, the youngest came around to the edge of the sofa and stuck his stout peter right up to her lips.
Willy's finger began to go wild in his aunt's pussy now, fingering her deeply and lewdly. "Wow, look at that sonofabitch," he husked, softly, "he's gonna get a good blowjob! Man, look at that-V
She was looking, and what she was seeing was making her cunt throb wantonly around Willy's exploring finger. The woman on the sofa had turned her head to the youthful prick leveled at her, and she was shamelessly "licking on it, using the flat of her tongue to lap under the head of the boy's cock.
Not to miss a thing, the camera came in for a merciless, stimulating close-up of the blow-job. The whole screen seemed suddenly filled with the woman's wet mouth and lips working on the powerfully erected, fourteen-year-old prick. She kissed, licked, lapped and finally greedily sucked on the hard column of meat and kept sucking until the bloating out of her cheeks told the viewer that the wicked little imp she was blowing had filled her mouth with cum!
"Jesus," Willy groaned, pulling at his aunt's legs. "This is getting me so fucking hot, I've gotta get my rocks off, too!"
She was more than ready to let him screw her, and when he quickly positioned himself between her arched and lifted thighs she grasped his lovely, hard prick with one hand and guided it selfishly between the pouting lips of her cunt.
They had fucked so many times by now that Willy was dead to any modesty. He knew she liked to be treated like a whore, talked to like a whore, and best of all fucked like a whore!
Leaning over her flushed body with both hands buried deep into the mattress on either side of her torso, he began to pump his horny cock in and out of her pussy like a maniac. As he panted, his blonde hair fell over his forehead and his mouth opened in a blind, animal lust of concentrated fucking.
She lay with both arms spread contentedly out, moving her rakish thighs in slow counterpoint to his forceful thrusts. His prick seemed bigger than ever today-longer and stiffer and more demanding of her pliant slit. And she knew his arousal could only have come from the filthy movie-and it excited her to think what a depraved and lascivious mind he had!
While Willy screwed her she was still able to watch the pornographic movie, and it proved a double thrill to feed on the real passion of the teenaged boy pumping madly away inside her cunt while watching the images on the screen performing the most perverted things possible.
The female in the movie was now being fucked by two of the scouts-or rather, she was in the male position above one, balling him out of his mind, while another was in the doggie position behind her raised buttocks, brutally cornholing her stretched anus so hard that his balls were slapping between her legs.
But it was what the youngest scout was doing that sent the deepest, most ragged shock of lust through Miss Harble's brain. He was crouched at the head of the sofa, obscenely offering his own white, firm buttocks to the nose and lips of the female.
Miss Harble watched in numb fascination as the woman in the movie smelled and licked the proffered ass of the young boy. She saw the snaking pink tongue move in and out of the puckered brown hole in front of it, licking and sucking as if the little trench of flesh was filled with warm honey!
The incredibly immoral orgy on the screen did shock her-but more than that, it excited her to a fever pitch of lust!
She crawled both her legs up around Willy's own humping buttocks and locked her ankles together. The action seemed to turn her nephew on more than ever, and with a deep groan of maddened passion he doubled his efforts to fuck her to a standstill.
Her tits were burning, twitching, the nipples pointing up like thumbs.
"Suck me!" she hissed, forcing the heels of her bare feet painfully deep into Willy's pounding butt. "Eat my tits while you fuck me!! ! "
His mouth came slobbering down over first one rigid nipple, then the other. He chewed at her swollen breasts, taking whole mouthfuls of her coned hotness and sucking and biting right out to the ends of her nipples, then pulling away only long enough to lap at her peaked goodies with his rapidly stabbing tongue.
She tried to watch the movie again, but the images were blurred in her lust-controlled mind. Instead, she found her mouth sucking at Willy's neck, her fingers up against his boyish chest and playing with the hardened tips of his own male nipples, her thighs churning, her pussy dripping, her skin goosepimpling with sudden, overwhelming spasms of completed passion.
"UUUUUUNNNNNNNKKKKKK!! P" The noises which came out of her throat were barely human. The pleasure was almost too much. She tried to fight the sex-crazy young animal off of her, but Willy was strong as a stallion. He kept fucking her even as her juices spilled hotly from the corners of her crammed cunt and flowed over his balls like scalding water.
"G-G-God, Willy!" she shrieked, leaning up and grasping the rounded cheeks of his pumping ass with both her hands. "I-I can't staaaaaannnd it! I-ah-AH-OHHHhhhhh!! ! "
Her pussy exploded again, this time with a deeper vaginal ecstasy that seemed to pour a torrent of hot nectar over the sawing length of his cock.
And then Willy did something that she blindly remembered having seen in the magazine-something that was more thrilling than feeling his lust being consummated against her womb.
He pulled his wet, stone-hard prick from between the sodden lips of her cunt and deliberately jacked it off over her tits.
She had only one or two erotic seconds to view his fists around the root of his violently erected penis, and then the thick hot spurts of his sperm came shooting out over her stomach and nipples.
A drop or two of his healthy cum even hit her chin, but most of it clung to the tops of her nipples or slathered like smoking lava into her navel.
And then her young god of lust settled back over her legs with a flushed and pleased grin, the swollen, throbbing tool between his legs matched by the evil little glint of triumph in his eyes...